Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (72 page)

“I know how you feel though,” he said, “I could just sit and watch you all day. You’re beautiful, Brian, you really are.”

Then I did the other thing I’d been doing constantly since getting together with Jack. I melted. “You... you’re just amazing, you know that?” I said, “no one has ever made me feel like you do. I wish I didn’t have to leave.”

“Yeah, but you do. Like I said at Magnus’s place though; it might take six hours for a car to get here, but wolves like us, we can just run straight shots. We can be together in two. You know that.” He always knew what to say.

“I... yeah, I know. You always make me feel better, Jack. Thanks for everything – I really mean it.” I said, and I did. I meant every word.

“You give me too much credit,” he said, “I’m different around you. Most people, I’m just shy and withdrawn. You bring it out of me, make me a better Jack. Anyway, I’m feeling kind of cramped. Want to go for a run? Race me to that clearing; you know the one.”

Before I could respond my werewolf lover shed his clothes, squatted down, transformed and darted out the door. Transforming for me was still a little bit rough. I got the basics of it down quickly enough, but I was nowhere near as graceful as Jack. Where he just shrugged right out of his clothes, crouched down and ran off, I always forgot some piece of clothing, or stumbled over something. This time, it was my left sock. After taking a few moments to act as cool as possible pulling a sock off my paw with my teeth, I burst out into the woods after my lover.

The world was very different as a wolf. Even though the sun had started going down and there was a brown haze over the world, everything was bright and vivid to my canine eyes. The smallest differences in light were startling; I could tell the difference between hundreds of shades of green in the forest that my man-eyes would have just glazed over. The most amazing part though was the smell. Wooden areas that are an interesting amalgamation of smells as a human are absolutely mind-blowing as a wolf. Each plant has its own smell, each tree and each different sort of grass, all unique. I considered this as I blew through the greenery, but only in passing, as my main concern was to find Jack as fast as I could.

Not too far away, I heard a howl – forceful and wanting. I knew it was Jack. Just ahead of where I was, the trees thinned out and I saw him, lying in the clearing just like he had been the first time we did this. His muscular form was a revelation reclined in the middle of the grass. Forgetting myself, I bounded up to him and threw my considerable weight on top.

“Whoa! Easy there! Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked.

Embarrassed, but only for a second, I stretched out and shifted back. Luckily, I was already on top of him when I became human again. As I opened my mouth to make an excuse, Jack interrupted me with his lips. His rough, ever-present stubble was delightfully rough against the soft skin of my face. I loved the way he felt underneath me, his strong arms around my waist and his warm mouth on mine. We both opened our eyes at the same time, and looked into each other for a long moment as our tongues intertwined and he pulled me tight to him. The dark brown of his eyes drew me in, and his delicious scent aroused me. The rustle of his body against the dark green of the forest floor reminded me that even though I was a human, something of the wolf’s senses remained in me.

As we kissed, Jack slid one of his strong mechanic’s hands up my back and lingered at the base of my head, teasing the short hair there with tickles of his fingers. He sent shivers that would have bristled hair if I were still a wolf, but as it was, a trail of goose bumps popped up down my back, and he kissed me deeply. There as we lay, the sounds of nature seemed to come alive around us. I was starting to feel the feral wolf come alive within me, and I clutched him to me, pressed my tongue deep into him and swirled it around. He moaned and writhed. I could tell that all of this was getting to him too – his wolf was waking up as mine had.

His cock started to engorge and harden against my leg, the heat of it made my skin and my dick prickle to life.

“Oh, Brian I had no idea you wanted to fuck me,” Jack teased as we stiffened, “is that what you want?”

I nodded, not willing to take my mouth away from his for longer than necessary. He slid a hand between us and wrapped it around my cock, and started to stroke softly, almost passively at first. Again with the sounds – I could hear the friction between the roughness of his hand and the softness of my prick and before I knew it, I was fully erect, as stiff as I’d ever been. With Jack, that meant a lot.

“Mmm... that’s what I like; get hard for me, Brian.” Jack moaned the words, a whisper of wind, into my ear.

He pulled harder on me and rubbed my head against the muscles of his leg. As he did, I sat up slightly and took his meat with both of my hands. I turned slow, deliberate circles around his base with one hand and tickled the skin of his dickhead with the fingertips of my other.

“That’s incredible,” Jack groaned. His grip hardened to match mine, but instead of circles, he stroked from the hilt to the tip of my rock-hard member. He had a way of squeezing harder as he moved up the shaft that drove me absolutely insane with lust. Whenever he milked me like this, I could hardly contain myself and this time was no different. I started to breathe heavy and loosened my grip on him, distracted as I was. He lingered at the top of a stroke to pleasure the underside of my head with his thumb and almost made me explode.

“Oh Jesus, Jack – I’m gonna cum if you keep on!”

Smiling, he lightened his grip and tickled down my shaft. He knew
exactly
how to make my body do what he wanted. As my orgasm subsided, I was able to pay attention to my lover again – the ferocity he arose in me took over and as I jerked him hard from base to tip, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the ridge of his head. Reclined on his elbows, Jack rolled his eyes back and rumbled a deep, soft growl that sent thrills through my belly and radiated outward.

I loved the taste of him. I relished him with the tip of my tongue and pulled in long, languid strokes up and down his shaft. If he intended for all of his moaning and growling to turn me into a sex-craved savage, it worked like a charm. I glimpsed up at him during a breath and saw the newly-risen moon shining in his dark hair, and reflecting off the dark brown of his eyes while he stared up at the orb that gave us wolves so much of our power. With my next inhale, I went halfway down his huge, hot cock and felt it touch the back of my throat. I love being filled with him – anywhere I can be – so this was just what I needed. I vice-gripped my lips around his shaft and moved mouth and hands together up and down him in slow, delicious pulls.

I paused to take another breath and milked his prick like he had me so often lately. When I did, a pearl droplet of pre-cum gathered that I hungrily lapped up. These little appetizers had become one of my favorite parts of Jack and our sessions. I went back down on his steel, bobbing up and down and massaging the underside of his shaft with waves from my tongue. Without taking my mouth off of him, I shifted positions slightly and brought his legs over mine. I slipped a finger quickly into my mouth before going back to his cock, and urged him to tilt his hips to let me in. Circling the tip of my wet finger around his ring brought more moans from my lover, and when I pushed into him, he bucked toward me and pushed it a little further into his hole.

“Oh shit, just like that,” Jack called out, “just like that, yes...”

I thought to myself that I must be getting good at this, judging from Jack’s reactions. I’d always pleasured him, but nothing had made him carry on like this before. Aside from the obvious enjoyment he was getting from our foreplay, I was getting so horny that I needed to be filled up, and soon. Deep in his hole, I drew slow circles, hitting all the right spots. The low, loud groan that got from him drove me up the wall.

“I need you inside me, Jack,” I said in a soft voice, “I want to feel that huge dick in me.”

With a smile, my werewolf squirmed out from underneath me and gently wrestled me to the ground. He lifted one of my legs in the air and kissed from my ankle to the top of my inner thigh. When Jack’s face got near my crotch, he pulled one of my balls into his mouth with his tongue and jerked me in quick, hard bursts. He put a finger to my lips and urged me to wet it for him. After I sucked for a moment, he took his finger away and slowly shoved it into my asshole. In long, wonderful strokes he pushed in and out, working his finger in waves inside me.

It all worked together – his tugs, his sucks and his finger in me – to make my whole body feel ready and hot. When he slid his second finger into my ass, I was absolutely aching for him to put that big, meaty tool in and pound me into oblivion. For the moment though, I enjoyed the slow burn of his pleasuring me. And burn it was, I realized, as hot waves started in the base of my cock radiated outward and through me.

“I need you now, fuck me Jack, fuck me!” I cried out, driven wild by the buildup.

In one motion, Jack withdrew his fingers and shifted me onto all fours. His sudden entrance was painfully sweet. He wet his cock and stretched me over the head in a deliberate motion that he knew I loved. His moving into me slowly like this, inch by inch, drew everything out to a wonderful length.

He paused when my tight hole gripped just behind the ridge of his cock head and reached for my shaft in drawn-out, milking strokes. After two of them, he put his hands on my hips and held me tight.

Another inch buried, and another pause. Two more vice-grip tugs. I tried to push backward onto him, impale myself on his stake, but he pulled back; he refused to let me shorten this ride we were on. Clearly, he was enjoying the whole thing as much as I was.

His hands back on my hips, he pushed in two more inches. This time, instead of pausing to jerk me, he withdrew. When I felt the ridge of his head on my ring, he pushed back in, hard this time and fast. His cock was halfway into me, but rather than shove in deeper, he kept on with this pattern of pulling back until he was almost out, and then thrusting in halfway.

“Give it all to me! Fuck me hard, fuck me, Jack!” I called out, into the moonlight-bathed night.

Almost before the last word was out, Jack was all the way in. With one brilliant, exquisite drive, I felt him fill me with his post, and his smooth, hot ballsack slapped against mine. My orgasm built up already, and I thought I was past staving it off. As he always did though, Jack felt me start to tense up and knew just what to do. He remained motionless, deep inside my tight asshole, and the hand that had been playing with my cock tugged on my balls gently. The pleasure in me receded over a few seconds, leaving only a trace when it passed – a trace that Jack brushed away with his finger and tasted.

“God I love how you taste, Brian – I love everything about you.” Jack said.

His words filled me as his cock did. My soul melded with his, and I never wanted to leave him. Just as the ritual had changed me bodily, his gentle, powerful nature had changed the way I thought.

I let out a long, pleasured sigh. Down between my legs I groped for Jack’s cock. When I found it, I gripped him as best I could and wriggled out from underneath him, lying down to face him.

“I want to remember how you look, Jack. I want you to fuck me, but I want to watch while you do it.” I said.

He took his big, hard dick in his hand and nuzzled my balls and my shaft with his tip. For some reason, that was too much.

“Now, Jack, I need you now, don’t make me wait.” I said, tilting my hips toward him.

As his now-familiar cock pushed past my border and in, I looked up at my powerful, gorgeous werewolf lover. The moon behind his head bathed us in its light and the whole scene seemed unreal. While I stared up at him in awe, he buried himself to the hilt in my ass and took me in his hands, turning slow circles and milking me from base to tip.

“Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack – this feels incredible, you in me,” I said in short bursts as my breath quickened.

He timed his pumps on my dick with the thrusts of his hips, drilling and jerking at the same time. Before long, I felt the skin of his sack pull up and he breathed in gasps. As his orgasm built, he took my hands in his, holding me beneath him. He shoved into me harder and harder, obviously unable to control himself. I can’t say I minded much though, to be honest.

“Oh fuck Brian, I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuuuuuck!” Jack roared, grinding his hips into me. He filled me with his first spurt, his cock jumping and twitching inside me. His cum ran down my body in hot streams, and I felt pulse after pulse pump into my body. He pressed down onto me, sandwiching my cock between our bodies, and drove in hard with his still-stiff dick.

His weight and that last push drove me over the edge. My asshole clenched down on him and my ring refused to let him go. The tension built all along my shaft until I exploded from the inside out. As soon as I started to cum, Jack pulled out and put his hot, wet mouth halfway down my pole. He sucked hard and jerked me, one hand massaging my balls while the other worked my shaft. I shot three jets into his mouth before I was completely overwhelmed with my orgasm and lost track of time and space. Every pulse I came, he swallowed down, not stopping until I did.

When he had drained me, he rolled off and put an arm underneath my head.

“Tell me this isn’t the last I’m going to see of you.” He said, looking at me with those beautiful, brown eyes.

“Not a chance,” I replied, “I’m never letting you go.”

That seemed to satisfy him, and he smiled back before he crouched down.

“Let’s go for one last run,” he said, “race you to the house?”

This time, I got the jump on him. As he talked, I flipped over, gave a quick howl and became the wolf.

There was no way he was going to win this one, I thought to myself as I sped off through the trees.